As soon as Mr. Rawal smelled my love juice, he said, “You whore, you ask me to stop and then you let your love juice flow.”He tore my panty lifted...my waist and started slurping the love juices flowing out of my hairless smooth cunt. Yes, I was Rawal’s Bitch/Cunt/whore. He kept licking and for the first time I was moaning in pleasure and in fact was pushing his head to go deeper.He heard my moans and all of a sudden he bit me on my labia and I screamed. He turned me over and slapped my ass real. His breath hissed unsteadily and he whispered. "Oh, Jeez! Oh, Jeez, sis! I never seen... !" I know, sweetie." Real soft and tender, like a mother soothing her child. "I know you never. Don't you see, honey? It's time!" And I kept showing him more and more of that secret flesh he hadn't seen. My pubic hair bulged out when the panties freed it, springing full and curly, and my hands shook when I touched part of the crotch of the flimsy garment and found out how wet it really was.After my whole. You naughty girl! How does that feel when you’re riding your bike all day?Good…umm…ahhhh… I was so close.Open your eyes. I want you to look at me when you cum.I opened my dark brown eyes and saw her lovely face inches above mine. I lifted my head and nibbled on her pierced nose and kissed her soft lips.Don’t you ever take your glasses off? I asked, searching her hazel colored eyes. Hazel having brown and green shades, how lucky she is, I thought to myself.She smiled, I need my glasses to see. What would inspire them was my weapons but that meant deaths and they would be on my hands.The wooden ship was complete. If I stripped the cannon, I would be selling a freighter that was far larger then anything in existence today. I also had the twenty ships now being built in England. Again, without guns, they were merchant ships.Cardinal Alberoni had been behind the schemes to recover the lands once held by Spain. He assisted the Scots to rebel against England and fermented many wars that.